"Xiao Yifeng!"
Yao Haoran's gaze fixed on Xiao Yifeng as he coldly shouted, his eyes flashing with a chilling glint, and a murderous aura emanated from him.
"Will you scram on your own, or shall I make you?"
Xiao Yifeng spoke with a calm expression, his tone carrying a trace of haughty posture.
"You also wish to gain the inheritance of the Witch God?"
Yao Haoran's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing through them.
"Of course. Is there a problem?"
Xiao Yifeng's lips curled with a playful smile as he looked at Yao Haoran.
"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Yao Haoran humphed coldly, the aura of someone in the Middle Stage of the Qi Condensation Realm spreading out from him. With a leap, he swooshed toward Xiao Yifeng, dealing out a fierce palm strike that tore the very air of the void apart with its sharp palm wind.
Bang!
Jiuxing Zhuiyue!
Bang!
